War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 443 What does a man under the night sky look like
"Clean the battlefield!"

"Clear up the spoils and organize a defense line on the spot!"

"Pick up all the Japanese helmets and put them on their heads. Move all the Type 38 rifles and the spare bullets on the Japanese corpses into the fortifications!"

"The machine gunners climbed up the building and set up their guns at high points. Damn it, the Japanese's ready-made defense system should be used in vain!"

The company commander kept screaming while standing on the sandbags. The soldiers running back and forth below didn't care whether they were from the 67th Army or the 87th Division. They were just busy like this. At this time, Xu Chaoyang came down from the third floor and glanced at the corpses on the street with empty eyes...

No one cared about those corpses, whether they were in military uniform or not, they just lay on the land of Songhu, their silence forming a sharp contrast to the entire Songhu battlefield where the sound of gunfire was frequent.

"Here."

A hand holding a cigarette was handed to Xu Chaoyang. The moment Xu Chaoyang took the cigarette, the burly platoon leader of the fifth platoon also handed over the lighter in his other hand. After opening the lighter cover with a "ding" sound, he rubbed the pulley to make a fire come out of the lighter.

"You've been in the army, right?"

"Then why did you take off your military uniform?"

Xu Chaoyang held the fire in his hands, lit the cigarette in his mouth, reached out and gently tapped the other person's hand, and took a deep breath without saying a word...

Even if smoking has ten thousand disadvantages, for people like them who have been under heavy pressure for a long time, even if the only benefit is that they can relax their minds after the war, they will risk damaging their bodies to light up this cigarette. After all, what they smoke is not cigarettes, but the unspeakable suffering of the Northeastern men.

"Follow me."

The fifth platoon leader put his hands on his waist and said formally, "Being a squad leader under me will earn you 16.5 yuan a month, and I promise you that unless it is necessary, you will never have to lead a charge. How about that?"

Xu Chaoyang laughed, lowered his head slightly, avoided the gaze of the fifth platoon leader and said nothing.

The fifth platoon leader followed Xu Chaoyang's gaze and looked down, then cursed, "Damn it! You have such a sneaky eye!" He thought Xu Chaoyang was looking at his lighter, so he simply spread out his palm and said, "I bought this for ten silver dollars when I was in Tianjin. It's a genuine American product!"

He pointed at the lighter with the finger holding the cigarette and said, "See, it's all in foreign currency."

Xu Chaoyang only took a glance and saw that the foreign characters had obvious distortion marks, which looked very much like the English words were typed in by a small workshop using a live steel stamp. He curled his lips and said, "My brother-in-law asked me to do this business before. It was done by a small workshop in Tianjin. The foreign characters were specially stamped with a steel stamp because they were afraid that ordinary people in our country would not recognize them. The purpose was to deceive those people who had a few dollars in their pockets and wanted to show off..."

"That's boring." The fifth platoon leader raised his chin. He seemed to hear Xu Chaoyang's rejection.

In his world, spending ten dollars to buy a lighter is a big deal, after all, that little salary is earned with his life; but in Xu Chaoyang's case... ten dollars? You ask him ten dollars? He has no money in his pocket now, and he doesn't even care about ten dollars!
They are just not the same kind of people.

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While the two were talking, a truck of the 87th Division drove over. On the troop carrier that was passing quickly along the street, the soldiers were looking down at the group of soldiers in front of them whose faces were blackened by the smoke. Someone on the car shouted, "Salute!" On the truck, all the soldiers straightened their bodies and faced both sides of the road, and gave a standard military salute to the soldiers of the 67th Army of the Northeast Army and the soldiers of the 87th Division.

It was these people who saved them from the pain of being hit by bullets during their passage...

"stand at attention!"

The company commander of the 87th Division also shouted: "Salute!"

All the busy soldiers straightened up in their respective positions and saluted the passing military vehicles. They were saluting the men who were about to die to defend their country.

Military vehicles passed by one after another. When the last jeep passed by, a Kuomintang officer gently patted the driver on the shoulder. At the moment when the speed of the car slowed down, he asked: "Do you have enough rations?"

The company commander of the 87th Division laughed, looked up at the sky, and shouted: "They are all Japanese goods, please rest assured, sir!"

In that scene, the most sincere emotions of men were revealed. The commander of the 87th Division was afraid that these brothers who risked their lives would starve, while the company commander used the corpses of the Japanese to express the pride of the entire army and was proud of it.

The officer in the jeep pointed at him with his index finger and then sat back in the co-pilot's seat. This was not a mockery, but empathy. However, the company commander always held his head high in a standard military posture, as if representing the dignity of the country.

At this second, even Xu Chaoyang, a soldier from the future, did not have any disrespect for ordinary soldiers in his heart, and it was even more impossible for him to treat these soldiers with the same attitude as he treated Diary Brother, because he had seen the blood of these people spilled on his own land.

The military vehicles just went ahead and rushed to the place where artillery fire continued to explode under the cover of night, but their company stayed there to rest.

According to the historical trend, the Kuomintang's attack would go very smoothly on this night. A brigade of the 88th Division directly rushed to the downstairs of the Japanese headquarters and launched an attack on the super defensive fortification built of reinforced concrete.

The 11-caliber 40-centimeter high-angle artillery of the Japanese 8th Fleet on the Huangpu River will start firing tomorrow morning. As for whether half of the Kuomintang's division will be consumed in one day or an entire division will be overwhelmed by artillery shells in seven days, Xu Chaoyang has not seen it yet. But he knows that as long as our air force can still soar in the sky, the Japanese missile observation aircraft will not be able to efficiently guide the artillery fire. The Japanese army even accused their own shells of falling on the positions in their subsequent battle reports.

Our army also recorded the fact that aircraft calibration was very unreliable in its battle report of August 8, and the records included the Nagara-class Kinu and Yura.

Even at the beginning of the Songhu Battle, most of the shells that fell on the battlefield were fired by the army (after the support arrived). The Japanese fleet was not willing to waste the life of its naval guns for this city, but it still consumed 3337 shells of various types, of which the 203mm caliber Izumo naval gun only fired three shots.

This is the words described in a battle report from the historical documents Xu Chaoyang had read. He was not sure whether the person who described this had ever been a soldier, or whether he knew what it meant when a city was hit by 3337 artillery shells. But at that moment, Xu Chaoyang really wanted to strangle the writer who made this statement!
What do you mean the Izumo only fired three shots? Do you want to try what those three shots feel like? Do you know what a 203mm caliber is?
What does it mean that 3337 rounds of artillery shells were used up? Do you know whose head those were shot at?

Could it be that the heroes on the Battle of Songhu gave birth to such a group of ungrateful people?
call!
Xu Chaoyang stood on the land of Songhu and took a deep breath. When he turned back for no apparent reason, the fire exploding in the distant city silently illuminated the entire night sky.

(End of this chapter)